There was singing then.
But that’s stopped now.
No more singing.
No more dancing.
That’s all gone.
I look back now to those times and it fills me with joy.
Not despair as it used to.
I hear the songs in my head before I go to sleep.
And there’s nothing but joy in my head.
The singing may have stopped.
The dancing is no more.
But my memories live on.
And in those memories, there’s still singing.
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